Indian Summer

Ooh I took another risk

Looking for a high and I let him get a hit, now he wants an Indian summer

Ooh I love to make it drip

No vanilla skies when I kiss him on the lips

Now he wants an Indian summer

Paradox

Henna on my hands and whisky on the rocks

Baby stay right where I put you

I’ve been reading Kama Sutra

If you want to

You can make me wet just like the monsoon

Tell me everything you’re gonna do

Run your fingers on my tattoos

Let him feel the hot sun

Bet he need ice

Yeah he love my passion

Yeah he want spice

Brown cinnamon

Cause he love my brown eyes

Gave it to him once

Now he wanna hit twice

Ooh I took another risk

Looking for a high and I let him get a hit, now he wants an Indian summer

Ooh I love to make it drip

No vanilla skies when I kiss him on the lips

Now he wants an Indian summer

Flows too tight for the chill beats

I’m too fly for the feelsies

He’s like fire to the cool breeze

Lose my mind for the 6 feet

Cause you can’t beat

The way he grind on my backseat

Up and down til I can’t breathe

Pass out when he kiss me

Lose track of time when it’s in me (woah)

I’m supposed to be a lady

They say I’m going crazy

Guess it messed my head up when people were calling me “Miss Shady”

Just shut your mouth, embrace me

Or I’ll go Patrick Swayze

I’m either heaven-sent or I’ve been sent from Hades

Caught from the top not in the plot I’m gonna rot

My body’s in hell now

Angels of God making a mark, looking at me 10 feet when I fell down

If you want our innocence don’t flood our screens with all this shit

You can never tell a brown baddie when it’s time to quit

Ooh I took another risk

Looking for a high and I let him get a hit, now he wants an Indian summer

Ooh I love to make it drip

No vanilla skies when I kiss him on the lips

Now he wants an Indian summer